Third-person POV
Zephyra didn't care that her arm still throbbed. The pain was nothing compared to the ache of missing Astraea. The second Astraea pulled her closer and pressed their mouths together again, Zephyra kissed her back hungrily, desperate, like she'd been starving all night and Astraea was the only thing that could fill her.
She had missed her, missed her so much it almost hurt worse than the wound. The way Astraea's tongue slid into her mouth and the heat of her hands tracing over her body were enough to burn away every horrible thing she'd seen earlier.
The blood, the demons, and the fear. All of it vanished under Astraea's touch.
Astraea guided her carefully toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. Her grip was firm, yet cautious, making sure she didn't jostle Zephyra's injury. When the back of Zephyra's legs hit the mattress, she sank down, Astraea following, towering over her with that mixture of intensity and control that always left her breathless.
